Chapitre 157: July 6th, 2032 | Hostages

Five soldiers strode through a military outpost close to Meridian City with angry faces and annoyed tones. They walked with semi-automatic assault rifles with a massive line of people behind them.

Those following were plainclothes civilians, including children and elderly people. Each walked timidly, unsure of what was happening.

"At least we're getting these animals out of our base." A handsome, brown-haired soldier with an athletic build said, "They've been eating our food and causing us trouble long enough."

"True that, Smith. I wish I could beat the shit out of some of them for their attitudes, though." A bald black man followed, laughing bitterly in annoyance.

"Right, Devon? Can we make a pit stop really quick? There's someone I want to slap the shit out of before they leave." Smith requested seriously.

"Are you insane, Smith? We've been guarding these people for two weeks and now have orders to protect them with our lives." Mark scoffed, baffled at the man's arrogance.